Itinerantdaughter's Blog

Just a couple of things I thought I ought to tell you today:

1. I had a nightmare that I was wearing pants in Borough Park and all the ladies were looking at me aghast.

2. I rode the bus next to a young man today who was telling someone on the phone about his friend who “runs an organic underwear washing business.”

3. I realize I missed a huge professional opportunity while reading The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.  “[This] text is a an exact transcription of twenty-three original manuscripts in the Sylvia Plath Collection at Smith College in Northampton, Massachusetts.”  Granted, I was probably too young when this operation was going on, but let it be known that if there are handwritten journals of other poets who committed suicide out there that need to be typed up, I’m your woman.

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